Bedtime with jenna, it's always wonderous to watch her mind wind down. Laying there last night, the questions came, as usual:
"What's this muscle called again?" she asked pointing to the under side of her upper arm.
"Tricep?" I answered, having no idea if that was right.
"And this--this is bicep," she said, pointing to her bicep, then down to her tummy: "Abs," then the back of her leg: "Hamstring."
"Yep, I think that's right."
"HAMSTRING!" She said starting to laugh uncontrollably. "HAM STRING!"
She got me giggling.
"You know what I see when I say HAM STRING mommy? I see a ham, you know, with the white lines running through it, and he's got peach arms and long legs, and he's wearing light blue socks and dark blue sneakers, HA HA, and he's got his socks turned down like my school socks, and he's walking on a string, like this, like a typerope, HA HA, and the string is white, you know, with those black stripes that go round and round, and the ham is like WHOA! trying to walk on the string!"
"Yep, I see him too, baby"
"HA HAAAH AHAHAAA! HAM STRING. Get it? Ham on a string!"
Can't help but laugh.
